Stay A While, Beloved, Or Make Your Steps Poem by Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor

Stay a while, beloved, or make your steps
Soft and slow, so that you can be seen.

O leave that frown! Just a kind look from you
Would heal all wounds and fulfil all desires.

Remember, I bore your shafts and nursed my wounds
In silence! Come now as the healing balm!

Since you have a wealth of beauty, do you too,
Like all men of wealth, have a thirst for human blood?

The Dal has supernal beauty with the lotus in bloom;
I'll moor by boat at Zeethyar; appear to me at Gopakar!

I don't need a rosary and wooden sandals on my feet,
For I seek you with my love. O, reveal yourself!

Don't follow men of shallow faith - mere sparks! -
Offer your love to the lamp, if you seek enlightenment.

With jackals swarming into towns, tigers have sought
Sylvan retreat! You too must leave this town now,
And surprise the meadow flowers.

Mahjoor is no savant; but at times He urge
Grips him to dabble in the mysteries of love!